It Is Just A Matter Of Imagination... Poem by RIC BASTASA

last night you had a nice sleep
because you have done most of the work during the day
as others left early to join their families
and you imagine them having dinner and telling stories
about what happened to each of them
and the smell of soup and burnt barbecue and
the beautiful shapes of fruits on the table
a big ripe banana or a shiny red apple and some
fresh daisies inside a vase to bring some lightness
in the monotony of old family portraits and usual decors
and dusty curtains that mothers want to change the following day.

you are left alone in the office and you hear the sound
of the air conditioning unit louder now as though it is howling at you telling you to go home now and make most of your time as your loved ones too wait with anticipation and this is still a matter of imagination of what may come out later as
a reality, for what is not there for a while and you wish
that all these things may come to an end or perhaps create
new beginnings.